Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
MDC,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Agent Orange,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.